Twisted Amaretto

“Twisted Amaretto, please…” This time, the voice ordering sounded impatient and annoyed. Julien was flustered as it was working the main bar alone tonight, and it didn’t help that it was game night. It was loud, crowded and the college kids were unbearably rowdy.

He had been working double shifts since last Tuesday because Michelle, the other bartender, had a boating accident and although she wasn’t seriously hurt, she just needed to take couple days off. Usually escape is not very busy, not the bar really, but people came in on the regular for the food. So Julien thought it would be peachy holding it down until Michelle got back. But working doubles for 4 nights straight was dragging his patience thin. He piled the mugs of beers in front of the group of college boys at the end of the bar and turned to the voice ordering.